Sword Art Online Progressive Light Novel Online Novels & Stories

Abel chanted with one hand and growled, "Sword!" A loud clang was heard, and the sword on his waist flew out from its sheath. It shone with chilling light and shot into Abel's hand like lightning and with precision. Abel pulled the sword out from its sheath, and a sinister flash was seen as the sword swung down. When it collided with all four puppets, sword aura began to shoot out with a brilliant sword flash. The fight was intense. Every exchange resulted in an airwave that made the caves tremble continuously.

It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures. Sable's eyes widened in awe as she reached for the sword, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As her hand closed around the hilt, an electrifying surge of power coursed through her body, causing her veins to glow with an ethereal light. She could feel the sword's energy intertwining with her own, merging their strengths into one. With newfound determination, Sable gripped the sword tightly and turned back to face the dark entity that awaited her. The fear that once gripped her heart had transformed into a fiery resolve. She stood tall, her eyes blazing with determination as she confront

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

But first… I need to buy something to protect myself. ”Wai, open the store. I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 220 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Letting out a sigh, it is not as if I can go on like this without any weapon. But wait… isn't a gun more useful than a sword? I always use a sacrificial sword which is why I was so used to it. But, a sword for long-distance combat, isn't it… a little useless?

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

it hissed, the darkness swirling violently. Blair felt a wave of fear wash over her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the warmth of Kade’s embrace. “We won’t let you take us!” she shouted defiantly. “We are stronger than our fears!” With every ounce of love and determination, they focused on the light, pushing back against the darkness. The sigil pulsed with energy, casting a brilliant light that surrounded them. The shadows hissed and recoiled, unable to withstand the warmth of their bond.

That was all. “So, what does the Sword of Light mean?” Kailin asked. “I wish I could tell you more, but the only story I heard about it is, it came down from heaven,” Zarah replied. “My guess, it depends on what you believe in heaven, from Divine one, or forged by gods.” “Or an angel. Ren mentioned of Nephilim,” I told her. “Could be, and that sword has many faces. It changes according to the master who wields it. That’s why it still exists for thousands of years,” she added.

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”